Lest we leave tears on these pillows,
misery in this house, sadness in our hearts,
we have not yet missed one another to commit it,
otherwise what
expunges the sponge that has soaked up
all our resentment, in
the epoch when septic shock
locks our limbs as
barren stems,
our fight through the
dim to find our way in a lackluster day,
to truth hard fought,
we are then brought, the bloody splinters
impalements are then
taught,
how on a day, a day
when the mist rolls away,
our polarity forfeits its clarity, anchored into a shallow
bay,
our stillness distils
our will, our stubborn clauses causes our
necrosis,
our tea unsweetened to
induce the true taste,
our eyes open so the
vision of each other is not a
waste or wasteland Perception
saves our mortality
its inevitable
sacrifice, that rise off your clavicle the capital of my rest,
until such time we
disintegrate and arrest.
-from [They Took it All Away]
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